Chapter 232: Celestial Unification Art

"What did you say?" Hu Ba received the report from the surviving scout and nearly blacked out from pure rage, "All of them died?"

One Origin Realm Mercenary?

Eight Peak Spirit Realm killers?

Nine elite assassins he had personally trained?

All of them turned into decorative meat ornaments inside Gu Chen’s courtyard.

The scout’s description of the scene... Limbs scattered like discarded chopsticks, heads rolled into corners, blood painted across the ceiling was the final straw.

"Yes, Commander..." The scout kneeling in front of Hu Ba affirmed, his voice still shaking from the massacre he witnessed in the Gu Clan, "It was as if he already knew..."

Hu Ba’s thick neck veins bulged. His eyes went completely bloodshot.

"That toilet-scrubbing bastard Gu Bao... It must be him." Hu Ba snarled, crushing the report in his fist until blood dripped from his palm.

"He must have collided with Gu Chen... Gu Chen knows about me and Bai Clan."

"First he offers me money to kill the Golden Boy. Then he sets me up so that Gu Chen can butchers my men instead."

"He Double-crossed me. Classic Gu Clan double-cross."

He slammed both fists onto the table hard enough to split the wood.

"I swear on every spirit stone I have ever stolen. I will deal with Gu Chen later."

"FIRST! I will drag that goat-fucking Second Young Master out of whatever latrine he is hiding in, peel the skin off his bones one strip at a time, and hang what’s left of him from the guild gates as a warning!"

"Gu Chen can wait."

Across town, the target of Hu Ba’s oath had absolutely no idea he had just been promoted from "clan embarrassment" to "priority assassination target."

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Meanwhile, totally oblivious to the chaos unfolding outside the Gu Clan, our disgraced future patriarch was cleaning the outer servant latrines, where the stench was so foul it felt like hundreds of demon beasts had spent the night feasting on rotten corpses before collectively deciding this was the perfect place for them to cultivate the Dao of Defecation.

Gu Bao knelt in the middle of it, covered from head to toe in a thick, crusty mixture of human filth, and enough tears to make the place look like he had personally cultivated the Heavenly Dao of Misery.

He was aggressively scrubbing a wooden toilet seat with a brush that had long since given up on life. The poor thing had lost half its bristles, its handle was cracked, and judging by its condition, it was probably one bad scrub away from achieving enlightenment and ascending to the heavens.

Every few seconds, a fresh sob escaped Gu Bao, "What the fuck do we feed these bastards?

"I was supposed to be the true heir..." he whimpered, snot running down his upper lip, "I have the Li Clan behind me... I have Origin Realm strength... and yet now I am cleaning other people’s shit while the whole town calls me Goat-Fucker..."

"Why me...?" He scrubbed harder, "Why does the heavens hate me...?"

But just as he was busy cursing his fate and blaming the heavens, a soft *thud* echoed as something landed in his cleaning bucket.

Gu Bao blinked through the tears and looked down.

It was an ancient-looking scroll, glowing faintly with golden light, sat half-submerged in dirty water. However it was the title on the cover that made his heart stop:

Celestial Unification Art – Forbidden Manual of Meridian Restoration and Cultivation Stabilization

Gu Bao wiped his snot-nosed face and curiously picked up the glowing, ancient-looking scroll, his bloodshot eyes rapidly scanning the text because he was incredibly desperate for any possible miracle to restore his shattered dignity.

And as he read, his eyes widened, hands trembled. This was the Miracle!

The first few lines were pure poetry.

For the cultivator whose Dao Heart has been shattered by humiliation, public disgrace, or crushing defeat...

There exists a secret path to forcibly restore one’s spirit and reclaim absolute dominance.

But you have been warned. It won’t be easy.

Dominate a genius in the same realm as you through nothing but penetrating dual cultivation.

Follow the manual, circulate your Qi the specific way and you may siphon the target’s pure Yang foundation in its entirety.

But the process requires absolute physical dominance, you can’t do half measures.

The genius must be mounted. The seed must be taken by force if necessary.

Success will instantly repair the user’s Dao Heart and propel them to new heights of power.

Gu Bao’s breathing turned deep and heavy.

He read it again. Then a third time. Every word burned into his brain like divine scripture.

His cultivation was still intact. His Origin Realm foundation was still solid. The problem was his Dao Heart.

It has been cracked, blackened, and bleeding from the endless humiliations.

The goat.

The walk of shame.

His mother’s cold rejection.

The elders’ disgust.

The entire town laughing at him.

But this was his answer.

But who... who was he supposed to target?

The text said "It has to be a genius."

His first thought was his father.

Patriarch Gu Yangtian. 8th Stage Origin Realm. The strongest man in the clan.

If he could somehow... No.

Even in his current madness Gu Bao recoiled.

Asking his own father to lie down and be mounted was impossible. The old man would kill him on the spot.

What about the elders? Third Elder? First Elder?

Well all of them were old, wrinkled, and already past their prime. Siphoning those dried-up fossils would probably give him more wrinkles than power.

Then who?

But the ln suddenly a name floated in his head. And he was perfect.

Gu Chen. The branch-family genius. And he was in the same realms as him.

Everyone still whispered about with respect even after the expedition failure.

He was the one who still walked around with that righteous, superior expression as if the entire clan should be grateful he existed.

Gu Bao’s lips curled into a sneer.

Gu Chen was perfect.

He was the "primary Origin Realm genius" the manual demanded.

His Yang foundation was pure and abundant. It should be considered a privilege for that branch-family dog to contribute his Yang energy to the true heir of the main bloodline.

In fact, Gu Chen should be thanking him for the opportunity.

A deranged smile stretched across Gu Bao’s filth-covered face.

"Gu Chen..." he muttered, voice cracking with manic entitlement. "Your Yang belongs to me. It will be an honour for you to help restore the true heir."

He threw the scrub brush aside. He ripped off his feces-stained servant robes in one violent motion. Standing completely naked in the middle of the latrines, cock already rock-hard from pure delusional excitement, Gu Bao didn’t even bother washing the thick layers of latrine muck off his skin.

Why waste time?

He had a foundation to steal.

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Gu Chen sat on the edge of his blood-soaked bed, silver sword still in hand, staring at the mangled corpses scattered around his ruined courtyard. His white robes were more red than white. His breathing was still uneven. Every shadow looked like another assassin.

The wooden door creaked open.

Gu Chen’s head snapped up. His grip on the sword tightened.

Moonlight spilled into the room.

And then he saw it.

Gu Bao.

Completely naked. Covered head-to-toe in dried feces, latrine water, and old vomit. Eyes glazed with pure, unhinged desperation. And fully, aggressively erect.

"Give me your Yang energy, brother!" Gu Bao shrieked, voice cracking with madness. "The manual says I have to dominate you! I have to mount you! It is your privilege to help the true heir!"

Before Gu Chen’s brain could even process the words, Gu Bao launched himself across the room like a filth-covered missile and landed directly on top of him.

The stench hit Gu Chen first — a concentrated cloud of human waste, sweat, and pure insanity. Then the physical sensation of his fat, naked, feces-smeared brother aggressively grinding his rock-hard cock against Gu Chen’s thigh while trying to force him onto his back.

Gu Chen’s mind short-circuited so hard he dropped his sword.

"DIE, YOU SICK ANIMAL!"

The roar that left his throat was pure, traumatized horror.

He drove his fist straight into Gu Bao’s face with every ounce of the strength he had left.

The wet crack of Gu Bao’s nose shattering echoed through the courtyard. Blood and snot exploded across both of them.

However Gu Chen didn’t stop. He grabbed his brother by the throat, yanked him off the bed, and hurled him onto the stone floor hard enough to knock the air out of his lungs.

Gu Bao hit the ground with a wet slap and immediately tried to crawl back, cock still bobbing, eyes wild.

"My Dao Heart! Let me siphon you! The manual said the genius must submit...!"

Gu Chen’s boot slammed into Gu Bao’s ribs with a sickening crunch.

Then again.

Then he dropped onto him and started punching.

Left. Right. Left. Right.

Each blow was accompanied by a furious, half-hysterical scream.

"You goat-fucking! Toilet-scrubbing! Degenerate piece of shit!"

Gu Bao’s face rapidly turned into a swollen, bloody mess. Teeth flew. He tried to cover his head, still babbling about "Yang energy" and "true heir privilege," but Gu Chen was far past reason.

He stomped on Gu Bao’s stomach. He kicked him in the crotch hard enough to make the still-erect cock finally wilt.

He dragged him by the hair across the blood-slicked floor and slammed his face into one of the dead mercenary’s severed arms.

Outside, on the roof tiles directly above the courtyard, Gu Fan was lying on his back with both hands over his mouth, shoulders shaking violently.

Every muffled scream of "It is your privilege!" from Gu Bao and every enraged roar of "I’ll beat you to death!" from Gu Chen sent fresh waves of silent laughter through him.

Tears of pure joy streamed down his temples. His stomach hurt. His sides hurt. He had to bite his own wrist to keep from laughing out loud and giving himself away.

After nearly ten full minutes of uninterrupted violence, Gu Chen finally stopped, chest heaving, knuckles split and bloody.

Gu Bao lay in a twitching, sobbing heap of filth, blood, and broken dignity, still weakly muttering about "the Celestial Unification Art" between broken teeth.

Gu Chen stared down at him in pure, traumatized silence for several long seconds.

Then he kicked him one more time for good measure and dragged the barely conscious body to the courtyard gate, where he threw him out like garbage.

"If you ever come near me again," Gu Chen said, voice shaking with residual horror, "I will cut that filthy thing off and feed it to the actual goats."

He slammed the gate shut.

On the roof, Gu Fan finally let out a long, shaky breath and wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Ah... that was beautiful," he whispered to himself.

He tilted his head, still smiling, eyes gleaming with pure mischief under the moonlight.

"I wish there was some way I could let others enjoy it as well."

"Heavens... If anyone else got to enjoy this... Show them the way."

"Let them appreciate it."

"Let them tell me how much of a villain I am."

"Let them appreciate me."

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